Chapter 642

Vivian Laurent's lips curved slightly. "She's not unconscious at all. It's all an act."

Internet trolls immediately jumped in to refute. "Who says it's an act? Everyone saw you choking her until she passed out!"

Ethan Roscente frowned deeply and stepped forward to argue, but Vivian grabbed his arm.

She shook her head subtly, signaling she would handle this.

"I'm a doctor," Vivian said coolly. "Since you don't believe me, let's make a bet."

"What kind of bet?" the troll challenged.

"A bet on whether she's faking it." Vivian's gaze turned sharp. "If I win, you'll apologize publicly, reveal who hired you, and turn yourself in to the police."

The troll smirked inwardly. There was no way Bianca Semona would wake up on her own.

"And if you lose?"

"Do whatever you want with me." Vivian's response was crisp.

"Deal!" The troll raised his voice. "But no violent methods to wake her up!"

Vivian scoffed. "Relax. I just want to offer her some tea."

The crowd exchanged puzzled glances. Could tea really expose a fake faint?

Vivian beckoned to a nearby little boy. "Can you help me with something?"

The boy bounced over eagerly.

She whispered something in his ear, and the child nodded before scampering off.

Bianca's heart pounded as she lay on the ground. She kept her eyes tightly shut, palms slick with sweat.

Soon the boy returned, pinching his nose and holding a disposable cup.

Inside sloshed a pale yellow liquid with a pungent odor.

Ethan's eyes narrowed as he intercepted the cup first.

"Is that...urine?" Onlookers recoiled.

Vivian remained unruffled. "Like I said, just offering her some tea."

Bianca's body went rigid. This bitch actually wanted to force her to drink piss!

But in her "unconscious" state, she didn't dare even twitch a finger.